<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-669354100362131381</id><updated>2011-10-11T17:05:00.017-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Erni Syahira</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withlovebandage.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/669354100362131381/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withlovebandage.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Erni Syahira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16337116858029678205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>6</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-669354100362131381.post-570147959741146917</id><published>2011-09-27T07:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-27T07:58:31.066-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My reflection on,"Ah Bah's money"</title><content type='html'>The story of Ah Bah's money is really interesting. The characters are Ah Bah, Mother, Father. At the beginning of the story, i thought Ah Bah's father is a bad man and he is the one who stole Ah Bah's money. But as the story flows, it shows that the one who is a bad person and stole the money was Ah Bah's mother. Ah Bah is very good at tricking people like how he did to Auntie Lam Soh and Ah Bah's father. He kept his precious money somewhere Father will never found. But at last, Ah Bah's mother was the who stole the money as Ah Bah told Mother where he kept his money. Ah Bah and Mother accused father of stealing the money rather than Mother admit to Ah Bah that she was the one who stole the money. Ah bah is very secretive. Mother is a gambler while Father is a alcholic. In my opinion, i think this family of Ah bah's is very not close as a both of Ah Bah's parent are bad role model to their child and their child followed their steps. They did not communicate at all which makes them to have a bad relationship between each other. Overall, The story is good and fun to read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Words: 216&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/669354100362131381-570147959741146917?l=withlovebandage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withlovebandage.blogspot.com/feeds/570147959741146917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://withlovebandage.blogspot.com/2011/09/my-reflection-onah-bahs-money.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/669354100362131381/posts/default/570147959741146917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/669354100362131381/posts/default/570147959741146917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withlovebandage.blogspot.com/2011/09/my-reflection-onah-bahs-money.html' title='My reflection on,&quot;Ah Bah&apos;s money&quot;'/><author><name>Erni Syahira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16337116858029678205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-669354100362131381.post-7000816734486916671</id><published>2011-08-04T06:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-23T07:17:22.777-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My reflection on "Are you lonesome tonight?"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-itH4LDvPtHk/Tj6T_aTkygI/AAAAAAAAALg/i3tbKmh3Yr0/s1600/fgsdfsf.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-itH4LDvPtHk/Tj6T_aTkygI/AAAAAAAAALg/i3tbKmh3Yr0/s320/fgsdfsf.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638106501116905986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In "Are you lonesome tonight?" i learnt that there was a big change between the Younger Presley and Older Presley. Elvis Presley is also known as "King of Rock and Roll". He is famous for talent. He was well-known to many people. He is a millionaire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also learnt that being rich and famous may change people's life and attitude. Like for example, Elvis used to be very close with his mother because all he has was his mother. He does not have attitude problem like older Presley because he has nothing much to worry about. He planned to achieve his goal to become a succesful person in his ambition. After he became rich and famous, he is far away from his mother until when his mother passed away, he was not there with her. His attitude became very rude and bad after his mother died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The third thing i learnt is that to be rich and famous, we must always achieve and believe in it that it will come true. Just like younger Presley, he told his mother that one day his music will be in the chart and he will become millionaire. He did not give up and gave hope for his dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last thing i learnt is that no matter what happens, drugs is not the best idea of relieving the pain cause drugs will ended up hurting yourself. Drug can control yourself and you will get addicted to it and unable to stop. You will get more stress and ended up having mental problem. Just like Elvis, he ate too must drug until he forgot alot of things and drugs ruined his life. He had somehow mental problem and regret what he had done during the past.  He regret that when his mother passed away, he was not there by her side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(202words)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/669354100362131381-7000816734486916671?l=withlovebandage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withlovebandage.blogspot.com/feeds/7000816734486916671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://withlovebandage.blogspot.com/2011/08/my-reflection-on-are-you-lonesome.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/669354100362131381/posts/default/7000816734486916671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/669354100362131381/posts/default/7000816734486916671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withlovebandage.blogspot.com/2011/08/my-reflection-on-are-you-lonesome.html' title='My reflection on &quot;Are you lonesome tonight?&quot;'/><author><name>Erni Syahira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16337116858029678205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-itH4LDvPtHk/Tj6T_aTkygI/AAAAAAAAALg/i3tbKmh3Yr0/s72-c/fgsdfsf.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-669354100362131381.post-374965446910490655</id><published>2011-08-02T06:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-02T07:29:05.689-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What are my impressions of Older Presley?</title><content type='html'>The Characters of Older Presley&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Older Presley is a harsh, uncaring and rich person. He has a girlfriend named Redhead. Older Presley is known as King of Rock. He is well known for his songs and his richness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, older Presley is a harsh person. The evidences is,"Get your bags packed. Get out of my house. Get lost.  Get ill." This shows that Redhead wanted to leave Elvis and Elvis was so angry that he asked Redhead to get our of the house with her bags packed and hope that Redhead will get ill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, older Presley is an uncaring person. The evidences is," Yeah. Sure see you later, hon. Got things to do." This shows that older Presley being uncaring as he rather hear what Redhead wanted to say later and continued his work than immediately listen to Redhead and knowing whether it is good or bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moreover, older Presley is a rich person. The evidences is," Wanna gold watch? Cadillac? Wha'd'y want honey?" This shows that Elvis is rich enough to buy what Redhead wants and Elvis will buy it for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In conclusion, older Presley maybe nice and maybe bad. He did not want Redhead to leave him just like his mother, Jesse and his wife did.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/669354100362131381-374965446910490655?l=withlovebandage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withlovebandage.blogspot.com/feeds/374965446910490655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://withlovebandage.blogspot.com/2011/08/what-are-my-impressions-of-older.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/669354100362131381/posts/default/374965446910490655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/669354100362131381/posts/default/374965446910490655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withlovebandage.blogspot.com/2011/08/what-are-my-impressions-of-older.html' title='What are my impressions of Older Presley?'/><author><name>Erni Syahira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16337116858029678205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-669354100362131381.post-1806024325539818229</id><published>2011-01-30T05:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-30T06:06:32.812-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Learning Log 2 : Superstitions</title><content type='html'>Superstitions in the 17th century are way different than superstitions in the modern times. Superstitions in the 17th century are way more scarier than superstitions in the modern times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Superstitions for Malay in the 17th century are like for example;&lt;br /&gt;- Do not open an umbrella in the house or snake will enter the house.&lt;br /&gt;-Ladies are not supposed to sing in the kitchen while cooking or she will marry an old man.&lt;br /&gt;-Do not sit on the pillow or your buttocks with boil.&lt;br /&gt;Those are the examples of Malay superstitions in the 17th century.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Superstitions for Malay in the modern times are like for example;&lt;br /&gt;-Kids should not raise their legs when lying on their front as it might cause their mother to die.&lt;br /&gt;-Do not whistle in the house or it will bring bad luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People these days don't really concerned about superstitions especially  all the teenagers. They think that it's just a joke. Different races  have their own superstitions but for some of the superstitions are  similar to all races. Most people today do not really care much about superstitions. As what i know, some of the superstitions are not really real. All of these superstitions are made by our great grandparents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Number of words: 205&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/669354100362131381-1806024325539818229?l=withlovebandage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withlovebandage.blogspot.com/feeds/1806024325539818229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://withlovebandage.blogspot.com/2011/01/learning-log-2-superstitions.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/669354100362131381/posts/default/1806024325539818229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/669354100362131381/posts/default/1806024325539818229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withlovebandage.blogspot.com/2011/01/learning-log-2-superstitions.html' title='Learning Log 2 : Superstitions'/><author><name>Erni Syahira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16337116858029678205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-669354100362131381.post-3613158143992550096</id><published>2011-01-10T05:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-16T08:12:41.566-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Learning Log 1 : 'About ' Literature</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;O4, Erni Syahira Binte Md Isa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Literature is a fun subject. Literature are about poems, dramas and novels. Its very interesting. Last years, we learn about the story of "Sing to the dawn" and also about poems. 'Sing to the dawn' is based on how a girl named Dawan, fight for herself to take her scholarship to go and study at the city. The story told us how she got the scholarship and how she ended up at the city to study. After the first semester of studying and learning about Sing to the dawn, we finally move on to poems.  Poems are usually to describe the feelings of expression of the poetry. Poetry is the person who make the poems. We also learn how to make our own poems. Its quite hard to make our own poems as we need to have a matching words at the back. After a year of studying Sing to the dawn and poems, we move on to Secondary Two and learn about Dramas. For this year, we are going to act out Shakespeare's drama which is Macbeth, Romeo and Juliet, Ghost of Hamlet's Father and The Merchant of Venice. I really cannot wait to act out of Shakespeare's dramas because i knew its going to be alot of fun doing it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/669354100362131381-3613158143992550096?l=withlovebandage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withlovebandage.blogspot.com/feeds/3613158143992550096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://withlovebandage.blogspot.com/2011/01/learning-log-1-about-literature.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/669354100362131381/posts/default/3613158143992550096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/669354100362131381/posts/default/3613158143992550096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withlovebandage.blogspot.com/2011/01/learning-log-1-about-literature.html' title='Learning Log 1 : &apos;About &apos; Literature'/><author><name>Erni Syahira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16337116858029678205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-669354100362131381.post-6176883737640509261</id><published>2011-01-08T07:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-08T07:40:52.105-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Testing.</title><content type='html'>Hello :&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/669354100362131381-6176883737640509261?l=withlovebandage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withlovebandage.blogspot.com/feeds/6176883737640509261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://withlovebandage.blogspot.com/2011/01/testing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/669354100362131381/posts/default/6176883737640509261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/669354100362131381/posts/default/6176883737640509261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withlovebandage.blogspot.com/2011/01/testing.html' title='Testing.'/><author><name>Erni Syahira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16337116858029678205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
